shimmer of summer sun,
rays encircling the rock
once beaten into submission
by a wanderer,
stricken granite cried torrents of tears
that nourished the people,
who traveled on
into oblivion’s dust
Obodas’ shade moves silently
between pale pylons,
tracing the tinctures of his glory
with dusk’s umbrage
of forgotten fellowship,
swirls of sand
erasing his footprints
along the ancient pathways,
once vibrant visages of life
blown away through time’s breeze,
that still flows heavily
upon spirits who dwell within their niches
upon roseate palaces of stone,
shelved among neglected notice
of strangers who gawk,
and vanish into the horizon
rivulets of hooves
along the dried wash,
trampling the memories
of preceding deities and tribes,
petrified within rose-red rivers
of conquering deceit,
confined memories held prisoner
under the crescent moon,
that gazes forlornly into the heavens
for a return to Petra’s heartbeat,
lost among the sand dunes
of eternity’s sigh
A contest entry
- Petra -- that "rose-red city half as old as time" by ea.
600 points, ended August 28, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very somber piece that commands attention to detail. I love the idea of tears nourishing those who have followed the dust into oblivion... the mention of Oboda's shade and terms like "roseate palace". The last stanza in particular, is very strong. Thank you.
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Makes me yearn to go there!
Wonderful and informative.
Good Luck in the contest!
Tang
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Beautiful fantasy poem full of vivid images! Good luck in the contest!
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